Squad Heist

I Get Large Amounts of Dust On my Shirt (IT FUCKING ITCHES!)

Jake: "Please tell me that we know what we're doing now", Jack says to me as we round the corner and enter the hall, previously occupied with motion sensors.
"Sort of", I say in my most confident voice, unfortunately my voice breaks while I'm saying 'sort'. Still, at least it distracts everyone from the fact that we fucked up the planning.
"What's next?", I ask Shepo.
"More lasers", she replies glumly, "neither Will or I can get past the firewall to shut them off, so we're going to have to crawl the twenty metres under them".
"Please tell me that you guys clean this place regularly", Becca says to Lucy. Lucy just looks at us, even glummer than Shepo, and just slowly shakes her head.
"Damn it!", says Liam half-heartily, "I just bought this T-shirt yesterday". We reach the next set of lasers and we all lean over, as if we're going to get down on the floor slowly, then promptly fall the rest of the way to the ground. I begin to crawl under the strobing red lasers and hear a faint shuffle as the others do the same behind me. As I crawl along the staticky carpet I hear a cry from behind me,
"ARRRGH, MY FUCKING NECK IS CRAMPING!", yells Jack. As I stand up, at the end of the seemingly endless trek, I feel an itchy feeling on my stomach, I look down at my once-grey shirt to see that the front of it is completely covered in a thick black dust, it's so god damn itchy that I wait till no one is watching (because stripper jokes) then pull of my shirt, bundle it into a ball in my back pocket, then zip my jacket over my now bare chest. I look back to the others to see them struggling frantically to staunch there itchiness by any means necessary.
"Hey guys", I say, "I'm pretty sure that they've put itching powder in the carpet, which is now all over your shirts, so I suggest taking your shirts off and putting on your jumpers". A couple of minutes later the seven of us are all in our jumpers and heading for the final obstacle, the vault door.